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THE GOD OF DEATH
Outside Black Lantern, police vehicles waited in the darkness with their headlights off. Commissioner Roland Pierce stood beside the lead car, his coat pulled tight against the cold night air, while his officers watched the burning warehouse with stiff faces. They had seen criminals run before, and they had seen raids turn violent, but none of them had ever watched one man walk into a drug house and turn it into a nightmare from the inside.Several officers had expected to storm the warehouse themselves. Instead, they had spent the last several minutes watching gangsters flee from a single man. The screams pouring from inside sounded less like a police raid and more like an army retreating after a crushing defeat. Even the veterans among Pierce's team found themselves gripping their weapons a little tighter.Smoke rolled from the broken roof as flames climbed higher behind Simon. Drug dealers staggered out through side doors, coughing, screaming, and dragging wounded limbs across th
PRETTY FACE BURNS BLACK LANTERN
The frightened informant kept begging even after Simon turned his eyes away from him. His hands clung to Simon’s trousers, shaking badly, while his injured leg dragged uselessly across the dirty floor. “Please, sir, I have told you everything,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “The Marwick brothers, the fake farming companies, Warehouse 17, Lobo, Harold Mace, Victor Hale, Senator Drake, everything. Please let me live.”Simon stood slowly, and the informant’s hands slipped away from his trousers. He did not look at the man at first. His gaze moved across the ruined warehouse, over the overturned tables, the broken chairs, the scattered cash, and the hundreds of kilograms of drugs still sitting in bags, packets, and bales.The destruction around him was only half complete. Broken bodies lay everywhere, but the poison that had drawn thousands into addiction was still untouched. Simon knew that if he walked away now, another group would arrive tomorrow, sweep the floor, replace the broke
SECRETS OF THE MARWICK EMPIRE
The man breathed hard. “Their operation is bigger than people think,” he began quickly. “The farming companies they claim to their name are fake. Not all of them, but the important ones. Marwick Agro Holdings, Green Valley Produce, Ashcroft Grain Support, Riverbend Farm Logistics. Those names are used to hide ownership papers.”Simon took one slow pull from the cigar. “Ownership of what?”The man wiped sweat from his face with trembling fingers. “Oil wells. Nineteen of them. I swear, nineteen. These oil wells were not supposed to belong to the Marwick family. They were part of the state allocation years ago, but the papers were changed. Land records, drilling rights, transport permits, everything.”A wounded gangster near the floor whispered, “Talk well before he gets angry.” They couldn't afford Simon getting angry again. They knew that he could end each of their lives if he so desired.The man nodded quickly, as if the warning had been meant for him. “They use farming companies bec
EVERYONE STARTED TALKING
Simon wiped blood from his eye, his voice was calm again. “I will ask again,” he said, looking across the broken room. “Who amongst you works for the Marwick brothers?”For a few seconds, nobody answered. The men who had mocked him as Pretty Face now crawled away from him like wounded animals escaping fire. Some of them dragged themselves under broken tables. Others pressed their backs against the walls, holding broken arms, bleeding faces, and twisted legs. The rich buyers who had come to Black Lantern in luxury cars no longer cared about their money, drugs, or pride. They ran for the exits, pushing one another aside, some slipping on scattered powder and fallen cash as they tried to escape the ruined warehouse.One man in a white suit crawled toward the side exit with his briefcase forgotten behind him. Another buyer shoved a broken chair out of his path and shouted, “Open the door! Open the damn door!” Two guards who had blocked Simon earlier now stood aside without courage, all
PRETTY FACE BREAKS BLACK LANTERN
The first three men rushed Simon at once, and that was their first mistake. One of them swung an iron rod toward his head, another came low with a knife, while the third tried to grab him from behind. Simon moved like he had already seen the fight before it began. He stepped inside the rod, drove his fist into the first man’s ribs, and the man folded with a choking cry before crashing into a table stacked with drug packets.The knife came next. Simon caught the attacker’s wrist, turned it sharply, and forced the blade out of his hand. Before the man could scream, Simon drove his knee into his stomach and sent him stumbling into the third attacker. Both men fell into a cash table, scattering dollar bills across the floor while the counting machine spat money wildly like it had gone mad.Someone shouted, “Get him! Don’t stand there like fools!” and the warehouse exploded into movement. Chairs scraped violently across the concrete as more gangsters abandoned their tables and rushed int
WHO'S NEXT?
The tattooed enforcer watched Simon as the circle closed around him. His smile returned, but it was colder now. “You walked into Black Lantern asking about the Marwick brothers like a fool,” he said, circling slowly. “Either you are an undercover cop, or you are the dumbest pretty boy Ashcroft has ever produced.”A few men laughed, and the sound spread through the warehouse again. The gold-toothed dealer lifted his cup and said, “If he is police, he is badly trained. Real cops come with backup, not cheekbones.” Another man near the cash table added, “Maybe he came to model handcuffs.”Simon remained still. “I am sorry, but you guessed wrong,” he said calmly. “I am no cop.”A few men exchanged amused looks. One of the buyers chuckled as he tucked a packet of cash into his jacket. "If he's not police," he said, "then he's even dumber." Another gangster pointed at Simon's face and laughed. "I've seen desperate men before, but this one actually walked into a wolf's den asking for the wol
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